I thought Friday the 13th was supposed to be a bad day, well for me its definitely Friday the 6th. I have to say yesterday was one of the most frustrating days of my life. Well of my recent life where I can remember how I actually felt.
Still it was pretty damn intense and I was doing my utmost to stay positive and keep this new, upbeat version of Kirst In charge. So, it went a little something like this:
First thing in the morning everything was great, I prepared my protein smoothie for lunch, the birds were singing, the sun was shining and I walked to work with a spring in my step.
Upon arriving at work and spending the morning working away I stopped for lunch, got out my protein shaker and opened it up, took one spoonful and…..well….something was wrong with it. Took a few moments to realize I had forgotten to put the protein in the protein shake…Duh!
But no, its fine, I will add protein and eat it when I get home, I have fruit for now.
About an hour later, as I turned and was about to lower myself onto the lavatory I heard a loud plop and yep…..mobile phone out of the pocket and into the toilet!
Needless to say I was rather annoyed here seen as I have zero money at the moment and phones can be rather expensive but I managed to find the funny side and decided it must be the way of the divine, interfering to make sure I have a good, working phone for my upcoming travels. My old phone was 2 years old so may well have been due a break anyway. And so on my walk home, I once again enjoyed the birdsong and sunshine with a smile….
And then I got home to a letter from the dreaded tax man. It seems I didn’t do my tax returns from the end of my being self employed which ended 18 months ago. I had fine, I also was informed I needed to do my tax return and there would be further fines for all the time it was now late. Damn, they were right. I was not in the best place last year, after stopping my self employment I literally just put everything aside, DONE and did nothing more with it. The scary part was I had also ditched pretty much everything I owned before travelling last year so I wasn’t even 100% sure I would have my receipts etc…. I mean I don’t THINK I’m that stupid but as I said, I wasn’t in the best place.
Anyhow, after getting my flu ridden dad to find out my stuff he had packed away for me before I went away, we found the paperwork, phew! But I had completely misplaced my log in details for thee online tax return site, and so had to apply for more, which may take 7 days. I leave the country in 11 days…and the anxiety starts again. Will I be fined more for the delay? What if I don’t receive the letter? ARGH! I called them but after waiting for 35 minutes decided I was wasting my time, I would just take some breaths and let things be.
So I trundled off to tesco to buy a ne phone. After deliberating for 20 minutes on which one to get, I was told at the counter its not in stock…brilliant! I got another.
I got home, dropped the toilet roll in the toilet…dropped my Selenite crystal(for calming, stress relief) and, yep, smashed it, I proceeded to struggle getting new phone connected because of course it wont just be simple for me…by this point I decided to just go to bed, I was starting to think making it through the day alive would be a massive accomplishment.
So I bent down to give my dad a goodnight hug before leaving, my feet slipped and I ended up just falling onto him on the sofa, luckily it was quite a slow motion fall and so was relatively funny but still, perfect fail to the end of the biggest day of fails…of my life….I’m fairly sure I’m not even exaggerating there.
Alas! Today is a new day, I am up early. I am in my fitness clothes ready to make up for my lost exercise yesterday, I am feeling positive it is going to be a better day than yesterday…watch this space!